Epilogue – The Time of Lovers Begins at Night

“Haa….”

Daphne gripped the head nestled between her thighs, which showed no sign of emerging. But Evan, gently rubbing her wrist, pulled her hand away and pressed his tongue even more firmly.

It felt so good she thought she might die. It had only been a few days since they last met, but Evan was going at her like a man possessed.

Did he eat something strange earlier? How could a person be like this?

Her mind grew hazy, but even that scattered like smoke every time Evan’s tongue delved into her entrance. When she found nothing to hold onto, she clenched her fists tightly, only for Evan’s fingers to slip between hers.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you keep that up.”

It wasn’t the best line to say with such a flushed face, but Daphne didn’t miss the brief moment when he finally lifted his head from between her legs.

Forcing her limp body upright, she pushed him away with their fingers still entwined. Even though she hadn’t pushed very hard, Evan’s body toppled backward.

“…This is quite a sight.”

She’d always looked up at him, even when not in bed, so this new vantage point felt strange. Daphne released her intertwined hands and pressed both palms to his chest.

His ragged breathing was vivid beneath her hands. When she slid her hands along his sides and back up, even though she’d only caressed his chest, he was already clearly aroused beneath her.

The sight of him, trembling with a strange pleasure, made Daphne let out a short gasp. Was this the feeling he always had when looking down at her?

His well-toned muscles stood out even more, perhaps because of his excitement. When she gently traced the lines with her fingertips, tension tightened his jaw.

“Da— Daphne….”

She never expected her own name to sound so suggestive. The thought of changing it in the past now seemed pointless.

Just looking down at him made her feel like a great conqueror. With one corner of her mouth lifted, Daphne moved her hand toward his er*ction, pressed flush against his stomach.

But Evan, as if that was the one thing he couldn’t allow, grabbed her hand in a rush, making Daphne look at him with a pout.

“Th—this, at least….”

“No.”

Ignoring the tears welling up in his eyes, Daphne gave a firm answer, quickly pulling her wrist free and taking his arousal in her hand.

The heat radiating from him made her catch her breath. Even now, its size was astounding—she could hardly believe this had been inside her.

Daphne began to move her hand slowly. Evan’s upper arm twitched in response. Staring at his member, dripping with fluid, Daphne lifted her gaze to meet Evan’s eyes. For someone who had just protested, he was already losing himself to the pleasure. He even started to rock his hips, as if her hand alone wasn’t enough.

“Haa, haa….”

Hot breaths escaped through his parted lips, as if he were exhaling all his pent-up air at once. Just as she’d read in books, when she cupped the tip and rolled her palm in circles, a slick sound accompanied Evan’s body twisting in helpless pleasure.

If he really wanted to be inside her, he could have just sat up right away, but he seemed to be waiting for her permission, enduring the pleasure.

Watching him quietly, Daphne let out a low breath at the strange feeling rising in her chest. Every time she rubbed his hot tip with her palm, she almost thought she could hear her own pounding heartbeat.

“Does it feel that good?”

At her question, Evan nodded, his eyes full of agony. His unusually gentle demeanor today gave Daphne a faint sense of satisfaction, and she slowly drew her body back.

When she let go of his member, a sigh of relief came from above her head. But at Daphne’s next move, Evan let out a cry and clutched the innocent bedsheet.

“Huh, Da—Daphne…!”

Reality was harsher than her bold intentions. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, she could only take in the very tip—there was no room for more. But she couldn’t back out now, not after what she’d started.

And after all, seeing this new side of him was worth it. Daphne, careful not to overdo it, stuck out her tongue and gently licked along the shaft.

“Ah, ugh, please, ah…!”

She’d vaguely imagined there might be a taste, but maybe because she was so excited, all she could register was the heat and slipperiness. Placing her hands on his trembling thighs, she slowly bobbed her head up and down.

Even though only a small part entered her mouth, her breath caught and her jaw ached. Hearing Evan’s rough, broken breaths only spurred Daphne on, and she sucked in her cheeks, stimulating the tip with her tongue.

‘Am I doing this right?’

No matter how much theory she knew, if she couldn’t perform in practice, she couldn’t be a proper medic. The same went for relationships—no matter how much she’d memorized about men and women, if she couldn’t apply it, it was meaningless.

Fortunately, Evan’s reactions suggested she was doing just fine. Still, maybe feeling a bit unsatisfied with her pace, Evan lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper.

His member jabbed at the back of her throat, making her gag, but with him filling her mouth, she couldn’t breathe out. Eyes watering, Daphne tried to pull away, but suddenly something began to fill her mouth.

“Mm…!”

Only when her mouth was full of Evan’s release did Daphne manage to pull away from him. Should she swallow or spit it out? The question flashed through her mind, but her senses were too overwhelmed to come to a clear answer.

Gulp. With a thick swallow, his seed slid down her throat. The slick, sticky feeling wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.

“Haa….”

With a satisfied sigh, Evan slowly blinked at Daphne. Then, with a startled look, he shot up and pried open her mouth.

“D—did you swallow it?”

“Yesh.”

Her words came out muffled, as he was holding her jaw. 

Was something wrong? 

His expression was odd. Watching him, flushed all the way to his nape and breathing hard, Daphne squeezed her thighs together at the tingling between her legs.

“Why did you do that…!”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“It’s not that you can’t, I just didn’t think you needed to! Oh, heavens….”

Evan gasped at the traces of himself still on her lips. Realizing what he’d done in the heat of the moment, he was too embarrassed to look at her. Trying to wipe away the evidence with his thumb, Evan apologized with a face gone pale.

“I’m sorry, I should have held back more….”

“Why?”

“If I had, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“So? Why should you have to? I wanted to do it. Evan, you… you do that to me, too. I just wanted to do it, that’s all!”

As she glared at him, full of complaint, Evan’s shoulders shrank. Daphne stared at his nervous face, then pushed his chest with her hand. With a surprised sound, he toppled backward again, a subtle unease on his face.

Swallowing the saliva pooling in her mouth, Daphne quickly climbed atop him. When she rubbed his member with her already wet entrance, slick with arousal, Evan’s brows twisted in an instant.

She liked his bright, smiling face, but seeing him completely undone like this also stirred something deep and dark inside her. Pressing her hands to his chest, Daphne rolled her hips with anticipation, twisting one corner of her mouth.

“Evan, you trust me, right?”

Relishing the pleasant pressure, Daphne smiled at Evan, who was still dazed. Evan, looking up at her with nervous eyes about what was to come, gently gripped her thighs.

A night with her lover, after so long apart, was only just beginning.